slow-collecting

Updated: May 8, 2025

The road between the railing of the parks and the row of old lopped elms, was ill-lighted by the meagre flame of a few gas-lamps and hardly cheered by the smothered glow of the small prison-like windows of Keble, glimmering through the bare trees. There was not a sound near, except the occasional drip of slow-collecting dews from the branches of the old elms.

Margaret L. (Margaret Louisa) Woods - The Invader: A Novel